Hey, Tom, it's me again.
Kinda looks like I'm not giving anyone else a chance to respond to you.
It's Saturday and some of the guys will be doing a little recreating, I'm sure--read, cutting the grass, shooting hoops with sons, 4 wheeling their brains out and other stuff you'll read about.
Look, I hope that you didn't think that I was being flip when I posted before.
You've told us some of your story and I know that if I had to endure what you've come through, I would have either wilted or killed somebody.
Packing up, getting out, finding work, enrolling in school, you gotta believe me when I say that I'm impressed, totally impressed with how you've conducted yourself.
Being sensitive to people's comments only speaks to the fact that you didn't leave your feelings with that totally cruel family you escaped from, you brought them with you. Some of us, and you, too, could have more work there, have to really dig for our feelings and emotions that we buried so deeply when we were being abused.
My regret is that we couldn't have been there for you when you were being tortured by your family.
Tom, your here, now.
And wait until you meet your new family.
Wait til you meet some of these power houses.
They'll lift right up, Tom, right off your feet.
They'll celebrate your courage and give you more to accomplish what you want to do in life.
They'll be there with you every step of the way.
Welcome home, Tom.
You've paid your dues, several times over, to be part of this wonderful rag tag beautiful group of guys who aren't afraid to show thier love and support of one another.
One of your new brothers,
"No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence."